"Nonsense, fern root powder is black, and kudzu root is white. Kudzu root is definitely much tastier than fern root," Wang Qiuyue retorted.

"That's true! After all, this costs eighteen coins a pound."

I feel a little heartache about the price, but is it a waste to just give it to them like this?

After thinking for a while, Wang Qiuyue couldn't help but say, "Madam, let's dry these and sell them at the pharmacy. We can sell them for eighteen coins a pound. Not to mention the dark flour, we can even buy several pounds of coarse grains. Wouldn't that be more cost-effective?"

Every household in the village that grows kudzu is selling it. We're all farmers, so who doesn't know it's a good deal? It's even better than selling grain!

Actually, the landlord grows the most. These kudzu root powders already weigh over a hundred pounds. If you were to buy dried kudzu root, the weight would be several times that amount. After all, making kudzu root powder consumes a lot of resources. The lady must know that. Why would she pass up such a profitable business opportunity?

Wang Qiuyue voiced the sentiments of everyone present.

Especially the four people, Feng Da, Feng Er, Manku, and Mancang, who went to sell medicinal herbs with the villagers in the previous batch, knew the price of kudzu root. Li Wen's family in the village sold the most and earned more than one tael of silver!

With servants like these, the owner could easily make three to five taels of silver at a time if he wanted to.

They were puzzled, but as servants, they couldn't interfere in their master's affairs. When Wang Qiuyue asked, they nodded quickly: "Yes, we don't have much work to do during the off-season, so it won't interfere with anything."

After saying that, I realized something was wrong. Aren't they making kudzu root powder now? Kudzu root powder is easy to store and convenient to eat, but it's much more troublesome than dried kudzu root, so it hasn't delayed anything.

That's definitely not the reason!

Shuiqing knew that these people were even more eager to earn money than she was. When they lived separately before, she gave them supplies, even though most of them were just coarse grains like cornmeal. They were overjoyed and deeply moved, and they were afraid that if they did not do enough, their master would suffer a loss.

No matter what the matter is, the interests of the host family are always the top priority.

That's why I thought of selling dried kudzu root. However, "I had thought about selling it before, but then I realized that our family has a large medicinal herb shop, and the weight of kudzu root that the shop can buy is limited, which means it's fixed."

As you all know, we have a lot of kudzu roots on our mountain, and there are many of us. If we wanted to sell dried kudzu roots to make money, we could easily beat them to it by digging, washing, cutting, drying, and selling them. If we sold them, the villagers might sell less or not at all. After discussing it, we decided that since it tastes good and is good for our health, we should just use our kudzu roots as our staple food.

Anyway, coarse grains have gone up in price now, nine coins a pound, right? And they have to be transported back from the prefectural city. It's easier for us to make our own and store them, so we won't have to worry about not having enough to eat if things get chaotic later.

The villagers can earn some money by selling kudzu roots and stockpile more goods, which benefits everyone.

Shui Qing knew she wasn't a particularly noble person. If she had encountered kudzu root when she first arrived, when she was starving, cold, and had nothing to eat or wear, and there was no marketplace, she would have stayed up all night to produce it and sell it to the pharmacy before anyone else, even if it was only 10 or 8 coins per pound, let alone 18 coins per pound!

The most important thing is to make sure that you and your family are well-fed and clothed!

But now that we have enough to eat and wear, live in big houses, and have plenty of savings, and our herbal medicine shop earns more than nine hundred taels a month, it's really, really not worth it to compete with the villagers for a business that costs eighteen coins a catty.

Those who harvest ice do not raise cattle or sheep.

Aristocratic families who can afford to use ice should not participate in the small businesses that ordinary people engage in. Although she is not from an aristocratic family, she has a business worth a few hundred coins, and she really shouldn't go and monopolize other people's business of eighteen coins per catty.

She was a businesswoman in the past, but not a penny-pincher, and she will remain so in the future.

As Wang Qiuyue and the others listened, their eyes gradually welled up with tears, as if they were thinking of something.